Page 92 of The Plus One Pact

I take my time cinching the towel around my waist, then I move into the closet.

It's a nice closet, enormous by California standards, but it's not exactly the penthouse at the Ritz Carlton. Mirror on one side. A small window letting in the light.

The view of the bed isn't perfect, but it's pretty damn good. I can see almost every inch of Ivy.

Then she leans back, and I can see all of her. "Whenever you're ready… I'll uh…" she trails off.

"Close your eyes and count to ten. Then we'll start."

She does. At least, I think she does. I can't see her eyes with her body horizontal.

The time passes slowly. Finally, she undoes her sash.

The teal silk spills open, revealing her breasts, torso, hips.

She has a beautiful body. Those long, lean curves. Her athletic swimmer's shoulders and enough softness around her hips.

Women are often insecure about their lack of defined abs, especially here in Southern California, but there's something so sexy about the softness of her stomach.

I want to run my hands over skin.

I want to touch her everywhere.

I want to watch all of this.

She slips her hand between her legs. She starts touching herself with gentle strokes. Slowly, at first.

Then a little faster.

Her other hand goes to her breasts. She toys with her nipple lazily, as if she's too focused on her bliss to really put much thought into it.

I can't see the desire in her eyes or the part of her lips, but I see the way her body tenses in little spots.

I hear her breath hitch.

The moan falls off her lips.

Blood flows south with every moment, but I take my time. I wait. Not to prove I can. To draw it out. Enjoy the show.

When I can't take it anymore, I touch myself. My hand around my base, my grip tight, my stokes fast, my breath heavy.

She gasps.

She can hear me.

The thought gives me a thrill. One I haven't felt in a long time. One I can't quite place.

This isn't like what I normally do.

On the surface, we're pretending—we're doing a role play—but under that, this is real.

She's fucking herself the way she likes.

And I'm watching because I want to see.

Not because she's paid me, or because we've made this trade, or because I think I'm supposed to watch.

Because it feels good to see bliss overtake her body. Because it turns me on. Because it makes me hard.